In Between Days

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be. Charles Bukowski

Love Letters to Stephanie


The Well

See me. Be sad. For days, weeks, months, years. Admit and submit to your unhappiness. Get down in the deep dark depths of your unhappiness and roll around in all that gunk until it fills up your nose holes and your ear holes and your eye holes….. until it gets down so deep into your…

Times Like These

Dear Me, What’s up, slut? That’s funny cause you’re not a slut. Get it? Anyway, I’m typing this to you on my phone (technically our phone) from the couch because I don’t feel like walking into the dining room where my (our) laptop has sat dormant for months just waiting on someone to open her…

Months

6 since I saw you 5 since I heard you4 since I read you 6, 5, 4 4, 5, 6 Numbers. Time. Distance. The other day there was a package on my doorstep. I didn’t remember ordering anything. I hoped it would be from you. How absurd.How silly. How sad. What do you suppose I…